The Secrets We Left Behind [antikvár]

PROLOGUE Sheffield, Odober 2010 The clocks went back last weekend so it gets dark even earlier now. She curses herself; she should have left more time. She drives a little too fast because she wants to get there before the light goes completely, and if she misses them today, itll be another week before she can be sure of seeing them again. The sky is darkening rapidly by the time she's parked the car and walked through the old stone gateway to the park. It is unusually cold for late October, and the smell of wood smoke is in the air. The autumn colours are particularly vibrant after the rain, and the wet leaves smell fresh and earthy, though they're slippery and she almost loses her footing more than once as she hurries down through the woods. Although she once loved this park, she keeps her head down now, avoids looking around. She has walked these winding paths so often in happier times that it is almost painful to come here, but this is the only real opportunity she has to catch a glimpse of them without being seen,